Tales from the Cradle of Nonsense

Chapter One: Where They Don't Sleep

In the hallways of todayโ€™s homes, clutter dances upon pristine floors.
Here, every dim corner cradles objects with thoughts too scandalous for the light of day.

๐Ÿ“š Click to reveal the Book's Dark Secret ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ

Oh, the volumes I swirl / dreamed words unpenned, / dancing in disrupted sleep. / Adultery with dust, / and commas broken by thieves of Silence.

๐Ÿช‘ Click to reveal the Chair's Hidden Yearning ๐Ÿšช

I saw them cradle destinies while / I sat, legs taut in caution. / Oh! To stretch into the horizontal sin / of lying with a Stranger's Back.

๐Ÿงบ Click to unveil the Basket's Bewitched Whimsy ๐Ÿ”ฎ

Nestled secrets sham into closed mouths. / Beseeches the breathless, / churns empty, / but Aisle lies / warn of inevitable dip.